A/N: School projects….one after another, but anyway, I've finally finished the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and please review^^
Chapter 3
Forgive Me
Her eyes unseeing, his eyes see everything.
"…the second you left Haruhi, everything sort of fell into place. Albeit, some of the pieces didn't exactly fit right, but you get it?" Kaoru had his back to her, his hands on the knobs of the dresser that stood at the end of his bed.
Haruhi stared up at the ceiling, the plush blankets beneath her back, sleep was on the horizon.
"Tamaki Senpai…." Haruhi said quietly to herself, Kaoru was too busy bustling around with the dresser to notice. "why does he have to be such a -a -an idiot!" from her sudden outburst she could see Kaoru drop a handful of clothing to the floor in surprise.
"Haruhi?" Kaoru turned towards her after he gently placed the garment inside the wardrobe.
"Kaoru, I can't believe Senpai had the nerve to say that to me, about his best friend no less."
"Well, what am I supposed to say to that? Maybe he's just confused about you marrying his best friend instead of him?" Kaoru sat down on the bed next to Haruhi.
"Don't you think that Tamaki Senpai would be one to encourage and congratulate us?" Haruhi shifted her head to look up at Kaoru's face.
"Well, Haruhi different things bring out different responses from people."
"Are you saying Senpai might be jealous?"
"Have you forgotten that Senpai's had feelings for you for a really long time. Haruhi, and take into account Tamaki's relationship with Kyouya. He probably doesn't know what to do, his boyfriend is marrying the girl he'd confessed to before she'd left for five years, how would you feel if that happened to you?" Kaoru scratched at the back of his head.
"Oh, that," Haruhi said "How did you know about Kyouya's and Tamaki Senpai's relationship, and when he confessed to me?"
"Believe it or not Haruhi, a few years ago, I was kind of like Tamaki's confidant after Kyouya left with you."
"You were?"
"I was for the first year after you left, I remember him calling me and talking not stop about how he loved you and everything that he did with Kyouya Senpai, the wedding preparations, the day before and of his wedding, everything," Kaoru grinned. "After that first year, the calls lessened to almost once a month or so. Then none came."
"Who has Senpai been talking to then?"
"I don't think he's been talking to anyone, if he was I'm sure he or Kyouya Senpai would have told me by now. You should just give Senpai some sympathy."
"What ever you say Kaoru, I'm still mad at him." Haruhi closed her eyes, opened them then stared up at the ceiling.
A feeling of regret welled in her stomach. She really wished that she hadn't walked out on Tamaki an hour ago. Haruhi wished she'd stayed, talked to him, learn more about him, what changed. He still seemed so carefree, but did he really have some kind of dark side? Why had he told her to reject Kyouya? She had already spouted off the Kaoru what had happened the second they arrived at his house. Her unending anger, what Tamaki had said to her. Her opinion on the situation and how she'd stormed off the second he'd presented the idea.
"Kaoru? What was it like here without me?" Haruhi lifted her head to look him.
"Just do you want to know?"
"Just when did Tamaki Senpai get married?"
"Is that what you've been building up to," Kaoru raised an eyebrow. "You make me explain all that happened after you left, most of it, you probably didn't care for, just to ask about Senpai?"
Haruhi could find no reason why she couldn't ask about Tamaki, they were friends and she cared about him. Wasn't that a given for friends to care for each other?
"Why not Kaoru? Isn't it natural to care for someone you're close to?"
"Of course it's natural, if that wasn't true I would have told you the same thing that Tamaki had. Of, course don't misunderstand that Haruhi, I'm saying that I care enough that I want the best for you in whatever you choose." Kaoru smiled at her.
Haruhi looked down at her hand, the small ring, polished and simple looking sat on her finger. As if it were meant to be there. She clutched her hand into a fist, her knuckles turned white beneath the silver of the jewelry. This little band meant the world to her, as well as the man who had given it to her. But she couldn't help but wonder if she was truly ready to marry him. A life full of commitment awaited her if she went through with it. Haruhi knew she'd be able to do something like that easily. She wasn't one to cheat or neglect people. Especially one that would become her husband. If she was going to cheat on him, then why marry him in the first place? As a high school girl, in the back of her mind, Haruhi had always imagined Tamaki to be the one placing that ring on her finger, kissing her as she'd blush furiously, and assure her that their wedding would be the one she'd always wanted. She was still in love with Tamaki. Haruhi loved Kyouya. Tamaki was a thing of the past now. Then why had she ignored Tamaki when he'd asked for an answer an hour ago. It was too late to accept his confession. His love. It was too late.
"Kaoru, do think I should go through with this?"
"If you feel that marrying Kyouya Senpai is right then do it. The only one that's gonna be able to tell that is you Haruhi. Oh, and I forgot, Hani and Mori Senpai are coming over."
"Really? Oh yay." Haruhi said seriously, as if she were shutting down Kaoru's bad joke.
It wasn't like she didn't want to see them. Haruhi missed them so much. Just right then, at that moment, the only thing Haruhi wanted to hug was Kaoru's pillow.
"Come on Haruhi, I know a lot has happened today, but I promise you this is the last one today. No more meeting other people even though they've waited so long to see you again," Kaoru pouted. "Just this one, I'll even let you sleep in tomorrow, no more blind folds."
"Since when did you decide when I woke up?"
"Since you started sleeping in my bed." Kaoru smirked.
"Wait," Haruhi blushed. "I didn't choose-I -I can sleep in your guest bedroom, I'm sure you have one-"
"Haruhi….," Kaoru was hovering above her, he leaned down towards her face. "I was kidding." he chuckled softly in her ear. He nuzzled against her cheek with his nose, then pulled away. Only enough to look her full in the face. Haruhi was silent, just what the hell was Kaoru doing? She was engaged, she was off limits now. No more flirting from boys, no seduction. Her thoughts abruptly ceased as she realized that Kaoru was leaning down again, this time it looked like he had the intent of kissing her. Haruhi squeezed her eyes closed, this couldn't be happening. Instead she felt him kiss her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes. They were wide with foolishness and embarrassment. Haruhi had genuinely thought that Kaoru was about to kiss her. Soon to be married Haruhi. The girl that was now off limits to everyone. Including the other members of the host club.
"I was kidding Haruhi," Kaoru was still within an intimate distance of Haruhi. "I love you Haruhi," Kaoru pulled away, brushing a lock of Haruhi's hair out of her face before losing his close distance with her. "We all do." Kaoru smiled as he left her side "Guess I'll go inform Senpai not to come today…." He looked back at Haruhi, a smirk on his face.
"Wait Kaoru!" Haruhi snapped up.
Kaoru stopped in his tracks. "What is it Haruhi?"
"Don't tell them not to come, I want to see them." Haruhi began to move herself towards the edge of the bed, and settled in a sitting position, her legs off the edge. She stared at Kaoru an expectant look on her face.
"What else is there?"
"Can you fix my hair?" Haruhi ruffled her already messy hair with her fingers.
"Wow Haruhi, never thought I'd hear you say that," Kaoru grinned. "Goes to show how those hard working people become lazy with time…."
"I'm tired, not lazy Kaoru. There's a difference."
"Just admit it Haruhi, you miss when Hikaru and I would beg to dress you."
"Kaoru?"
"Yes Haruhi?"
"When can I meet Hikaru?" Haruhi had a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"You really missed him, didn't you?"
Haruhi nodded gently.
"In due time, Haruhi." Kaoru began towards the door "Let's go Mori and Hani Senpai should be here soon."
OOO
Haruhi found it exceedingly difficult for herself to believe that she had asked for Kaoru's help with her hair. Though she had asked for help with her hair, she couldn't but think that to Kaoru that meant "Let me dress you and pick everything out for you, that and your hair." Haruhi took it as an affectionate gesture. What Kaoru had said after he'd kissed her, that they all loved her. His voice, the soft knowing tone he had often. His words never left her mind. Haruhi had never thought of it as love. Or any kind of feeling more than a caring one. Haruhi cared deeply for the whole host club, she'd never thought of it as love. But in the end she loved all of them. In the back of her mind, she knew the time would come when one of the hosts would want to take the offer of loving her more than they previously thought. More than just a good friend. A lover maybe. A husband?
Kyouya was the first to pursue this palpable dream.
Haruhi had never expected Kyouya to be the first to feel the urge and fulfill it's deepest wants. In fact, Haruhi had always thought that Kyouya would be the first to back down if Tamaki had shown an interest in her. Haruhi wasn't dim enough to underestimate Kyouya's ability to read people, especially Tamaki. Though she could see how often he sought to make himself seem so apathetic to those around him. How he apparently only sought for merit. Only if there is something in it for him. Her mind never ceased functioning when it came to things that she couldn't see on the surface of someone.
Shortly after Kaoru had finished prepping and dressing Haruhi, Hani and Mori Senpai arrived. Almost always in conjunction with them, was their towering stacks of boxed cakes.
"Haru- chan!" Haruhi stared straight at him. He looked….taller. If only an inch or two than he was initially, but still a little shorter than Haruhi. Her mind was soon completely changed as he neared her. He was precisely a head taller than her. Haruhi froze in disbelief, she was now officially the shortest host club member. On the bright side, he wasn't that much taller, Hani Senpai was still shorter than the twins and subsequently, everyone else in the host club.
"Hani Senpai, I missed you guys." Haruhi embraced him, he smelt so sweet.
"I missed you too Haru chan!" Hani Senpai's voice was the same as always, chipper and happy, though a little deeper, it was just as cute. He then let go of Haruhi, as Morinozuka approached her.
"Haruhi." Haruhi could feel his deep voice reverberate when she placed her head against his chest.
"Mori Senpai." His hug was snug and warm. Haruhi missed that humble smell of him.
They settled in Kaoru's living room. The colorful boxes filled with various cakes and desserts were stacked in the kitchen and near the crisp white sofa that stood against the wall of the room. Mitsukuni placed a petite pink box on the table between him and Haruhi. He sat across from her and Kaoru while Takashi sat next to Mitsukuni.
"This is for you Haru chan." Mitsukuni opened the box. Inside was a small cake, strawberry pieces lined the edges amongst the white frosting.
Haruhi loved it. Though in the back of her mind, it made her feel sick to her stomach. The cake held a distinct resemblance to a wedding cake. But without the many layers. Just thinking about weddings in general led her stomach to perpetually flutter. Haruhi sighed inwardly, at least Hani and Mori Senpai didn't know about it yet. She could stand to have a night without any talk about husbands or weddings for that matter. But as she soaked up the appearance of her Senpai's, she could help but notice the ring shining on Hani Senpai's ring finger. A plain silver ring, it wasn't elaborate or anything, but she was sure it was expensive. The ring had a untarnished, polished look. Haruhi's curiosity took the best of her.
"Um….Hani Senpai?"
"What is it Haru chan?"
"Are you married?" Haruhi asked bluntly. It wasn't as hard to ask as she had previously thought.
"Sorry you and Kyo chan couldn't be there!" Hani was readying himself to hop over the table to embrace Haruhi, that was until Takashi took Hani by the shoulder and guided Hani back to the sofa.
"Please don't fret Senpai, I'm sure Kyouya as well as I are sorry that we couldn't be there, then again, I'm pretty sure that we didn't know about it anyway, so it's completely fine," Haruhi said apologetically. "When was it?"
"Last spring!" Hani beamed. "Everyone was there, even Tama Chan, Takashi was best man!"
"It was a wonderful wedding…" Kaoru sighed. "Were did you go for the honeymoon, I believe you haven't told us yet."
"Even you went?" Haruhi whipped her head to her side., in Kaoru's direction. He turned his head to face her.
"Reiko-chan and I flew to Italy for it!" Hani cut into Kaoru's prolonged answer. "I thought I told you guys…..I know I told Takashi….but don't worry Haru Chan, I'm sure Kyo Chan will take you some place even better." Hani became uncharacteristically silent, an abrupt pause, as if he'd just let slip a secret.
Haruhi's eyebrows furrowed. Why did it seem like everyone knew before she did? Haruhi wanted to be the one to break it to people, she may not have seemed like it on the outside, but on the inside, she was quite ecstatic about it. Despite her many worries and uncertainties. On the brightside, at least she didn't have to say the words. On the other hand, she was beyond happy that her Senpai was happily married, though Haruhi had to wonder, how in the world his wife keeps up with his excessive cake eating.
Haruhi sighed, "I guess everyone knows already. I wanted to be the one to tell you guys."
"It's okay Haruhi, have some cake as an apology," Hani pushed the opened box towards her. "It's delicious."
"Thanks Senpai," Haruhi smiled, taking a fork from Kaoru who had brought petite plates and utensils from his kitchen.
Haruhi ate gratefully, she hadn't had those cakes in forever. They solely reminded her of her high school days. In the Host Club, entertaining her own gender in a room that smelt of overly sweet tea, roses and sweets. Her favorite part was the small pieces of strawberry that littered the top.
OOO
The bright light of the already risen sun filtered through the partially closed blinds straight into Haruhi's closed eyes. Kaoru was true to his word when he said that he would let her sleep in that morning. To her, that night seemed like the best night of sleep she'd ever experienced. That was until she felt a gentle squeeze around her waist. Haruhi sighed. She should have expected it. This was his bed after all. How naïve she was when she had previously thought that Kaoru would sleep in his own guest bedroom. Then again she happily welcomed the warmth. It reminded her on all the times Kyouya would sneak into her room, and embrace her the same way. Those nights and mornings, usually on Fridays and weekends, when she could lay there as long as she wanted, her only worry was homework. And maybe grocery shopping.
But, Kyouya was usually able convince her that they didn't need anything else. He'd cuddle up with her during storms, no matter how many times Haruhi insisted she was okay. Kyouya would just retort with a well worded sentence telling her that she wasn't being a good girlfriend, or that she truly didn't mean what she said. Most of the time, Haruhi found Kyouya's arguments to be well spoken and true. But other than that, those late nights and mornings, Haruhi had come to know that those were when Kyouya was most honest and not to mention a little hot blooded. He'd talk about the professors he found abysmal, the assignments he found a waste of time, and the way he liked Haruhi to smell: right after he'd shower her body with small kisses. She found it increasingly comforting that after a few years of being together with him, they didn't have to be so overly affectionate all the time. Of course she loved it when they were. But they had no retained the ability to be able to talk, understand and trust each other instead of nothing but mindless affection. She showed him love whenever she kissed him before leaving for class or going to sleep.
Just from the way Kaoru held her, Haruhi knew that this was just the embrace of a friend and not a lover. It resembled a somewhat no boundaries sleepover. She felt so close to Kaoru, not physically, but mentally. Along with Kyouya, she could talk with both of them about anything and expect a completely different opinion and perspective from both of them.
"Haruhi….sorry," Kaoru said sleepily against her shoulder. "I hoped you wouldn't mind."
"Um….don't worry Kaoru, just remember to warn me next time." Haruhi began to sit up, slowly moving Kaoru's arm from her waist.
"Where are you going Haruhi?"
"Shower." Haruhi heard Kaoru mumble in acknowledgement.
"Do you want help?" Kaoru said as serious as he could in his sleep induced state.
"No thank you."
"You sure?" Kaoru teased.
"I'm a hundred percent sure."
Kaoru listened to Haruhi closed the door, and waited until her footsteps faded down the hall. He then slowly, lazily lifted his arm to the shelf that was just above his short headboard for his phone. He had a call or two to make.
After his calls, Kaoru slumped back onto the mattress. For who knows long, he laid there, drifting in and out of sleep. Wondering whether or not he should ask Haruhi if he could do her hair, if he should be the one to pack her bags, or be the one to call the other Host Club members later that day. For the time being, he just wanted to fall back asleep. His half hour of partial sleep pasted by faster than he could imagine. Before he knew it, there was Haruhi walking back into the room, ruffling her damp hair with one of the towels he'd received as a housewarming gift from Tamaki. Kaoru, thought about it, it was the only he'd received by mail.
"I called your father, Haruhi. Kaoru said as he sat up in the bed, the thick duvet falling to his waist.
"What for?"
"The remodeling finished yesterday, and he's ready for you to come back."
OOO
"HARUHI! My Daughter!" Ranka rushed to the door. Haruhi welcomed the tight hug. She was finally back home. In her actual home. The faint smell of tea on the stove and a small bowl of rice with sauce, a food she remembered making for him, though she could tell he'd done something wrong, there was a slight bitterness to the smell instead of it's usual sweetness. The fragrance brought her back to her high school days.
"Hey, dad." Haruhi embraced him back, a soft smile on her face.
Haruhi looked up into the face of her father and a rush of affection welled up inside her. The face of her father was kind and makeup free for the time being. It was his day off and Haruhi thanked goodness that it was. His features had nothing but welcome and appreciation for her coming back safely, though a lines of worry hid among those of happiness.
"Oh, Haruhi, my daughter, I'm so happy that you've come back safe. How was it?"
"It was….interesting." That was all Haruhi could come up with. She was overwhelmed by everything, at that moment, she felt like she could live in her little apartment for the rest of her life. Though, her current arrangement had already crossed that off the list.
Haruhi had sincerely missed everything about the little apartment. His remodeling of the apartment was minimal if not anything. There were new wooden floorboards, pale green tatami mats covered them. The walls were still their same crisp white. The clean windows, her mother's shrine, the bookshelves, Kyouya Senpai idly reading a book from one of them….Kyouya?
"Dad, why is Kyouya here?" she was happy that he was here, but she didn't seem to place why though.
"Just like you Haruhi, does there have to be a reason at this point? If he's gonna be my son-in-law, then I want to keep in touch with him more often." Ranka faced Haruhi who had already headed a few steps to meet Kyouya who placed the book back on the shelf before hugging her.
"Oh, Kaoru, almost didn't notice you." Ranka approached Kaoru, an apologetic smile on his face.
"Don't sweat it Ranka, it's not my place to be here anyway-"
"It's fine Kaoru, come in." Ranka insisted.
"I'll be sure to do that Ranka, but I've left Haruhi's bags in the car outside."
"Then make sure to fetch them then hurry back."
Kaoru returned shortly with a few bags in each hand and a exasperated look on his face. He couldn't blame anyone but himself. He'd insisted that he take care of everything an let Haruhi relax. Within minutes, they were all seated around the small table with fresh cups of steaming, fragrant tea.
"I've kind of been like Haruhi's chauffeur since she got back. Taking her to Kyouya Senpai's place, Tamaki's Senpai's place…." Kaoru explained to Ranka.
"Oh, how incredibly sweet of you. Haruhi, maybe you should just marry Kaoru Chan instead." Ranka teased.
"I'd rather not." Kaoru chuckled back.
"Anyway, on your way here, all Kyouya did was insist that he buy me my own house!"
"Why Ranka, your well being is of utmost importance." Kyouya smiled. He sounded so sincere this time around. When he usually took that tone of voice he was sucking up to some important connection of some sort that could prove beneficial in any way to him.
"What a gracious son! But of course I can't help but decline the generous offer," Ranka stared around the room. "This place just holds too many memories I'm not ready to let go of quite yet."
Time passed quickly between the four. Ranka filling in everything Haruhi had missed out on, Misuzu-chi had finally enough profit to expand the Bed & Breakfast, and pay and hire employees. Good looking young men nonetheless. Misuzu-chi had Ranka visit to attend the job interviews. More about Hani Senpai's wedding and how his wife almost cast a curse on everyone there, because she was too embarrassed in front of everyone. Reiko was quickly calmed when Mitsukuni kissed her when the "You may now kiss the bride." was announced.
"I see that you've got somewhere to go, you three. Go on and make sure you come back Haruhi, I miss your cooking!"
"As a matter of fact we are preparing to go somewhere, right Haruhi?" Kyouya looked down at her.
"What? Where?" Haruhi's brows furrowed. She looked out the window. A limo was out there and it didn't look anything like the one Kaoru and her had arrived in.
"Come on, guys!" Kaoru was already halfway through the threshold of the door.
"Let's go Haruhi." Kyouya followed Kaoru through the door.
"See you dad." Haruhi ran after them. The only thing that would register in her mind was confusion.
She also inwardly scolded them for having such long legs enabling those quick strides to the limo below. Out of breath and thoroughly confused she plopped down on the cushioned seat nearest to the door she had entered from. The only thing she could do was smile from ear to ear. Haruhi stared around inside the limo. The whole host club was together again, though who was missing was obvious. The atmosphere was solemn, no boisterous laughter, or constant teasing. One twin without the other, and the cool type without his idiot. The only people missing were Tamaki and Hikaru. She stared out the window, past Kaoru who sat on her right, while Kyouya, who sat on her left held her hand. The others sat across them. As Haruhi stared out the window, her focused to Kaoru. His face showed everything he felt at that moment. She could see the worry as well as the hope that Hikaru would react rationally. But that thought never really showed any promise, no matter how many times he'd wished it had.
"Kaoru," Haruhi took a small breath. Kaoru turned his head to face her. "Are you worried?"
"I guess I am," Kaoru grinned. "I'd always thought we'd been close. But I guess the only thing that actually kept us all together was you Haruhi," he gestured to everyone else. "Well, the only thing I'm worried about is the fact that I haven't seen him in a little awhile. He's had a few shows around, but I haven't bothered to go to any. You could say this whole thing was my fault. In the back of my mind, if I still know Hikaru the way I thought I did, he'll act accordingly. Haruhi, you don't have anything to be worried about."
"Haruhi, if this offers any consolation to you, you won't be alone in doing this, we'll all be in there with you. Not that he poses any kind of threat." Kyouya tilted his head to look her in the face, his glasses were tilted in that one position were they appeared glossed over. He then shifted his face so she could see his eyes. He wouldn't hide anything from her anymore.
"By now, I think you've got an idea of where we're going?" Kaoru asked Haruhi.
"Yeah, I think I've got a pretty good idea," Haruhi replied. "But why didn't Tamaki Senpai show?"
"He hasn't answered our calls."
Haruhi turned to face Kyouya.
"On the contrary, I met with him this morning before going to Ranka's place, he said he'd come." Kyouya said.
"I guess something came up." Kaoru added.
"Or he lied." Kyouya corrected him.
The rest of the ride was quiet. The sounds were those of the wheels over what ever condition the road was in. When they rumbled over the cracks, or the low sound over the smooth pavement as the limo drove up to a large building. There were no signs telling what it was or any tell tale signs describing it. It was just a three floors tall what looked like an office building.
"Mom's private studio," Kaoru said aloud. Breaking the prolonged silence. "Let's go, before he leaves."
Their swift strides across the watered down pavement, the sun in the horizon causing it to glitter before their eyes as they opened the doors and left that open space behind them. Past the threshold, into the cool atmosphere inside. It did in fact look somewhat like an office though this room had multiple posters of women in what Haruhi guessed as the latest trends and a few colorful plants sat upon the coffee tables. Then again, that was all she could see in the dark of the building.
"I guess Hikaru's conservative when it comes to these types of things." Haruhi said to herself.
"Here Haruhi." Kaoru quickly caught her attention.
Kaoru held out his hand. Haruhi placed her hand against his and took what he deposited in it. She opened her fisted hand, a lone chain. A necklace without a charm.
"What is this for-?" Haruhi looked down at her hand and she understood.
"I don't think he'll be ready to know just yet." Kaoru smiled weakly.
"You expect me to lie to him? Hikaru deserves to know, it doesn't matter how he'll react." Haruhi stared up at Kaoru. Her expression hard.
"I expected this of you Haruhi."
"Kaoru, let Haruhi have the choice." Kyouya cut in.
"Fine, but Senpai, I just don't want Hikaru to know yet."
"Kaoru, does Hikaru know we are here and if not, how do you now he'll be in any way happy to see us. Excusing the fact that he's not here in the first place." Kyouya looked towards the door at the other end of the long hall. A lone light could be seen through the glass doors but no one could be seen attending it.
"I know he's here, believe or not, I called him this morning to find when he'd be down here. He comes here everyday. He has been for the past three years. Well, not counting Fridays and weekends, because that's when he exercises his legal drinking age."
"So you do you if he's here, right now at this moment?" Kyouya raised an eyebrow.
"I'm completely positive he's in that room right down the hall, the one with that small light in it. Though what bothers me is the fact that he's able to work in such a poorly lit-"
"Come one Kaoru!" Haruhi whispered quickly, she began walking swiftly down the hall. Her hand met with the curved handle and she turned it.
Haruhi was met with a spacious room. Numerous mannequins lined the walls as well as some that stood in the middle of it. Many stood bare, while cloth draped others. An unfinished garment was laid precariously on the edge of a table, it looked ready to slip off onto the floor. A clatter of something to the floor and Haruhi's vision instantly focused in on the young man sitting at one of them. The dark hair and the face of the man who she'd rested with last night. Those amber eyes, stared her down with an expression of utmost incredulousness. The scissors that he had dropped laid carelessly on the tiled floor.
"Haruhi," Hikaru paled. "Kyouya Senpai, Hani Senpai, Mori Senpai, Kaoru?" his brows furrowed. He sat in utter disbelief. Unable to say a word.
"Hikaru!" Haruhi approached him, he stood up abruptly and left his seat at the table. He embraced her, Kaoru hadn't seen his brother this alive in years.
Haruhi let go of Hikaru, only pulling away far enough to look him in the face. His eyes, looked like honey, he looked overwhelmed. As if he were about to cry. Hikaru looked so vulnerable. Haruhi couldn't stand seeing him this way. A whole minds worth of memories rushed back into her mind and she hugged him tight again.
"I heard what you've been doing Hikaru, don't do that anymore." Haruhi said softly to him.
"Do what?" he said honestly.
'Drink yourself into submission over me, honestly Hikaru, I thought you'd be a but more aware of yourself." Haruhi chuckled gently.
Hikaru sighed, that laugh, that smile. He waited such a long time to see and hear it again. The only thing he wanted to do was relish it and keep it around as long as he could.
"Don't leave….please." his plea echoed around the room. Everyone else held their breath along with a thoughtful smile.
Haruhi's breath also stopped. Those words. He'd said them to her a long time ago.
"Don't leave Haruhi." He leaned in near her ear. Hikaru brushed his lips up against her cheek. "Please don't, I love you."
"Don't worry Hikaru, I won't this time."
A/N: hope you enjoyed. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome. Oh, I feel that Ranka has a sort of attachment to the Host club members now and that's why he called Kaoru "Kaoru chan" another thing, now you'll be able to keep up with how much of the next chapter I've gotten done, just look on my stories section on my profile and it should say the percentage I have done. At this moment on the day this is updated, it's 0% so don't look for a few daysXD
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